Chapter 1 - Nora

I’m nervous. That’s not like me, yet here I am, sitting in this dimly lit bistro, convinced that every strange face throws shade my way. How very ridiculous—they could not possibly know who I’m about to meet. Or why.

Damn. He’s here. Did I say damn? Oh my goodness. It’s him. Heaven help me. Of course it’s him. I imagine the sudden dull pang in my stomach races the miles of my hidden intestines in a single heartbeat.

He looks different than his agency photos. Better. Way better. Wow, a man who melts your mind (and panties) with his photos is actually not photogenic. Imagine that. Safe to say this one has a Field of Dreams length line of repeat customers.

The entire bistro watches as his eyes land on me. He floats through the ether of our collective fantasies to my table.

I dismiss a weird sense of familiarity. It’s not possible we had some unremembered previous encounter. No, not with this man. You see him at a bookstore, or a bar, or a concert—you remember.Read more »